The Contraceptive Bird

It was blue like a bunting

and it fit the pattern

of a dream.

Color let loose

looking a lot  like

a bird.

But this dream

switched things

I was used to.

The eggs were leaf green.

Not laid,

formed by the

space around them.

Pressure and a reliance

on color.

Small weather came up

around the eggs,

coaxing them open.

Inside, what I could not see

emerged and flew to

the sky's blue hand.

I remember

it looked

a lot like a bird.